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黄花披清霜,傲骨传冷香。金风飒飒,草色渐黄时,我的住处又成了菊花的世界。几十盆秋菊,争相斗艳,有的张开笑靥嬝娜开放,有的裹着霓裳羞涩含苞,有的半开半掩,似睡似醒。淡绿的、墨紫的、纯白的、金黄的、殷红的,五光十色,锦绣成堆,它们济济一堂,摆满了我的廊檐、阳台、书桌,—年一度的家庭袖珍菊展又如期举办了。
Huanghua Wai clear cream, proud of Chuanxiang incense. Wind rustling, color gradually yellow, my dwelling has become the world of chrysanthemums. Dozens of pots of Chrysanthemum, competing to fight Yan, and some open laugher and curl Yin Na, and some wrapped in colorful buds shy, and some half-open, like sleep like wake up. Light green, dark purple, white, golden, bright red, colorful, beautiful pile, they come together, filled with my corridor, balcony, desk, the annual family Ju Ju held again as scheduled .